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trick daddy - hoe but can't help it lyrics

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trick daddy
i figure you’se a ho but you can’t help it
’cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
old material b-tch
gold-digging for them tender d-cks
a real n-gg- never give you sh-t biotch
born and raised in the motherf-cking projects ho
getting money by at the pak jam, by the back door
wearing them shorts up your -ss with a tube top
letting n-gg-s stick they fingers all in the c-ck
p-ssy all big and wet, looking good and sh-t
smelling like dead fish
and every week it’s the same sh-t you and that lil sh-t
and every time i see you, you got to have d-ck
you wants mo’ respect
you gets no respect
and all you want is some hardcore s-x
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 n-gg-s in your hole
back-to-back from the back, head and all
doo-doo brown and licked his hairy -ss b-lls
in the streets late-night me, you, and all my boys
what i’m thinking ’bout honey bun (honey bun)
you got the n-gg- running up in you
shake it like “naww, i’m not trying to do you”
no good freak, is the same but i love you
i’m off in you skin-deep motherf-cker let’s do it again sometimes you like
that, huh?
the next nut going out for your grandma

you’se a ho but you can’t help it ’cause you don’t know it
i figure you’se a hoe but you can’t help it, ’cause you don’t know it
oh, oh, ho
you’se a hoe but you can’t help it, ’cause you don’t know it

buddy roe
stupid b-tch you done dropped out of high school
but who’s the fool?
you’se a prime example
you met a n-gg- named mike
at the nice lexus lane looking like grands for the night
times are hard, you scared, your rent is due
it aint no limit to the sh-t you do
you making records in the studio
telling me it aint who you know it’s who you blow
sheit,
i’ll hit you up for a g-ngb-ng
have you doing strange thangs for some small change
keeping it real
f-cking with the wrong pops
longsh-r-man on the dock
head, booty and c-ck
you get what he got
shooting tech to his whole cat
took him home let him hit you from the back
with tax because it’s like that

i figure you’se a ho ho ho

you can’t trust
a b-tch with a big b-tt
you get the guts, then tell that ho to keep in touch
jimmy-up when i bust her
f-cked her
hiv can’t trust her
i got too much to lose
cash rules
protect the family jewels
yeah,
and i ain’t going out like easy
believe me
a n-gg- disease free

chorus

trick daddy
had another baby, blame it on the same n-gg-
reason being is seeing that he’s a dope dealin
b-tch, you’se a fiend you want d-ck
you wan’t much flow,
but i can’t pay you ho
you dissed trick,
and now you on the hitlist
i dogged you out, and now you getting d-ck sh-t
i told my boys
that you make much noise
and you like getting off with those s-x toys
a bunch of high school hos at the goom-bay-
they got they drawers in they hands like it’s okay
they got all the n-gg-s jockin ’cause they c-ck fat
the young hoes turning heads ’cause they got back
now, they finer than them hos off tv
but, they f-cking every n-gg- on fifteenth
so i figgaaaaaaa
you’se a ho ho ho

chorus

ho ho ho

chorus with variation untill the end

– the goom-bay is a carribean music celebration down in miami

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